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A Startling Realization
Right now, I'm actively working on five stories, and thinking intently about two more.
Of the five:
Two are co-written; both of these are crossovers. One of them is het, and the other one is gen with undertones of ORGY.
The other three are all primarily McKay/Sheppard, although one of them comes with a side order of Sheppard/AU-McKay and McKay/AU-McKay. All three are planning to have actual sex in them at some point, but none of them have made it that far. As of today, two of them are over 6000 words and nowhere near done; the other is hovering around 3,000, looking resentful and sad.
Most importantly, they all have characters who share a name.
Let me repeat that, for those of you who weren't listening the first time: all three of the stories I'm actively writing on my own right now have two characters with the same name. ALL OF THEM.
The extremely-belated GUP-coda has Sheppard and hallucination-Sheppard, of course, and Rodney making a distinction between them.
The Story About The Ballet has John and Rodney, and also the actors who play them in the titular ballet. Really. I'm not making this up, except in the sense that of course I am, because I'm writing it. (side note:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rike_tikki_tavi, you're right about it not being anything like done. I mean, I knew that, sort of, but now I'm re-reading it and saying, yeah, this is going to be a lot longer.)
The story about Ingram McKay has two McKays and two Sheppards, although one of the McKays is a girl, which makes it slightly easier.
...I mean, is my subconscious trying to tell me something, here? Because if so, I really don't get it. Dear brain, WTF? Love, Me.
Also, because I'm a ho, have a cookie!
"Did you get sent to Antarctica?" The same question, at the same time, with the same intonation and the same accompanying hand gestures. It was going to drive John crazy.
Rodney grinned. "Well, that answers that, I guess. Honestly, can you believe Sam Carter?"
"The whole thing was absurd, I know," Ingram cut in, grinning. "I was ready to kill her after that." She narrowed her eyes again, looking at Rodney with a speculative gleam in her eyes. "Hey, did you two ever—" She gestured vaguely, "you know?" Rodney eyed John, clearly wondering if he could get away with a lie, but then shook his head in a regretful no. Ingram hmmmed thoughtfully, leaning back in her seat. "That's interesting. She always said that she would, if I were a man," Rodney choked on his juice, and John had to pound him on the back several times before he could breathe again, "but I guess she was lying."
Rodney wiped the juice from his chin, scowling. "Oh, if that isn't just completely unfair," he said, glaring indiscriminately around the table, daring any of them to comment. Sheppard looked like he was warming up for a smartass comment, but before he could get there, his radio chirped with yet another exciting Atlantis Emergency.
All right. Back to themines fic!
Of the five:
Two are co-written; both of these are crossovers. One of them is het, and the other one is gen with undertones of ORGY.
The other three are all primarily McKay/Sheppard, although one of them comes with a side order of Sheppard/AU-McKay and McKay/AU-McKay. All three are planning to have actual sex in them at some point, but none of them have made it that far. As of today, two of them are over 6000 words and nowhere near done; the other is hovering around 3,000, looking resentful and sad.
Most importantly, they all have characters who share a name.
Let me repeat that, for those of you who weren't listening the first time: all three of the stories I'm actively writing on my own right now have two characters with the same name. ALL OF THEM.
The extremely-belated GUP-coda has Sheppard and hallucination-Sheppard, of course, and Rodney making a distinction between them.
The Story About The Ballet has John and Rodney, and also the actors who play them in the titular ballet. Really. I'm not making this up, except in the sense that of course I am, because I'm writing it. (side note:
rike_tikki_tavi, you're right about it not being anything like done. I mean, I knew that, sort of, but now I'm re-reading it and saying, yeah, this is going to be a lot longer.)The story about Ingram McKay has two McKays and two Sheppards, although one of the McKays is a girl, which makes it slightly easier.
...I mean, is my subconscious trying to tell me something, here? Because if so, I really don't get it. Dear brain, WTF? Love, Me.
Also, because I'm a ho, have a cookie!
"Did you get sent to Antarctica?" The same question, at the same time, with the same intonation and the same accompanying hand gestures. It was going to drive John crazy.
Rodney grinned. "Well, that answers that, I guess. Honestly, can you believe Sam Carter?"
"The whole thing was absurd, I know," Ingram cut in, grinning. "I was ready to kill her after that." She narrowed her eyes again, looking at Rodney with a speculative gleam in her eyes. "Hey, did you two ever—" She gestured vaguely, "you know?" Rodney eyed John, clearly wondering if he could get away with a lie, but then shook his head in a regretful no. Ingram hmmmed thoughtfully, leaning back in her seat. "That's interesting. She always said that she would, if I were a man," Rodney choked on his juice, and John had to pound him on the back several times before he could breathe again, "but I guess she was lying."
Rodney wiped the juice from his chin, scowling. "Oh, if that isn't just completely unfair," he said, glaring indiscriminately around the table, daring any of them to comment. Sheppard looked like he was warming up for a smartass comment, but before he could get there, his radio chirped with yet another exciting Atlantis Emergency.
All right. Back to the